Chapter 1108: Chapter 1108: Several Sisters
Oliver Quach explained, "It’s Arnold Simmons, the illegitimate son of Old Sir Simmons, quite a capable kid."
Arnold Simmons was twenty-six this year, only a few years older than Roy Yarn.
The Simmons Family didn’t have a very good relationship with the Yarn Family in the past, so their generation didn’t hold much sway over Oliver.
In his eyes, Arnold was just a kid.
A kid with rather ruthless methods.
Grace Yarn, however, didn’t know all this and just felt some regret, "I was actually hoping that Roy could introduce us, maybe if I played matchmaker it could have worked out."
Grace Yarn was a typical wife pampered by her husband, her once reserved and gentle nature had been spoiled into the current simplicity and innocence by Oliver.
Despite being in her forties, her face bore little trace of the passing years, still having the freshness of a young girl.
In other people’s words, Grace Yarn had undergone reverse aging, completely developing in the direction of a young girl.
It was a compensation for the romantic naivety of her teenage years.
Pretty good.
Oliver Quach closed the newspaper in his hands, "If you like, another day I’ll have Roy bring her over for you to meet, if not as a daughter-in-law, adopting her as a goddaughter isn’t a bad idea either."
Grace Yarn thought this was a great idea.
She always regretted not having a daughter in this life; every time it came up, she would blame Oliver for getting a vasectomy without telling her first.
Oliver didn’t argue, happily taking his wife’s "scolding."
At the time, the doctor had said it was too dangerous for Grace Yarn to have another child, and he wasn’t keen on his wife suffering. Hearing that only solidified his decision to get a vasectomy.
One child was pretty good, and of course, his wife was the most important.
Grace Yarn was someone who took things seriously; when she said she wanted to adopt Hannah as her goddaughter, she truly meant it, and even casually mentioned, "Louis is also in film, perhaps he knows this young lady too? If I adopt this young lady, he’ll have another sister."
The more she thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed to her.
Connection between people also depends on affinity, and she felt a particular bond with Hannah, who had grown into the very image of the daughter she had imagined.
"Oliver, what do you think of my idea?"
Oliver wanted to say it was good, but before he could speak, a sound came from behind them.
The two of them looked in the direction of the noise.
"Sorry, I just came down to get a bottle of water," Louis Snyder bent down to pick up the water bottle that had fallen to the floor.
Just taken out of the fridge, the bottle was already covered in a thin layer of water droplets. The bottle felt cold to the touch, almost freezing.
Before Grace Yarn could say anything, Louis spoke first, "I’ll head back up."
With that, he turned and climbed the stairs, disappearing from view within moments.
*
In the dimly lit weather, even the room’s curtains were drawn tight, sealing off any sunlight, akin to a corner of a city forever untouched by daylight.
Here, sunlight was the oddity.
Louis sat on the floor, leaning against the window, his phone casually thrown aside.
The screen was lit up with earphones connected to the phone resting in Louis’ ears.
With his eyes closed, he listened quietly to the music coming from the phone.
The softly humming voice of the singer seemed to stand right within reach.
The young man curled up, lying on the floor, his eyes tightly shut, eyelashes trembling slightly as he softly called out, "Hannah."
In the empty room, no one responded to him.
Not even an echo.
It was just too quiet.
He missed her very much.
But she was unwilling to see him.
She was no longer the girl who would wait for him to come home with a smile.
